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Bourbon On The Rocks #202

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I hit the front doors of the Cherokee Club just after 11 pm. There was a young girl on the stage singing; a pretty brunette with a decent enough voice. I guess she was one of the girls that had been waiting in the wings like Paige and Tiffany had done. I wondered if this dame was prepared to be turned into a prostitute.

I started to walk past the maître d, who said, “And what can I do for you, sir?”

I quietly said, “You can get the hell out of my face before I break your damned spine.”

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    Neville Hunt almost 4 years ago

    Manners, Jake! And he was so polite to you!

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    Drew Martyn almost 4 years ago

    Don't beat around the bush, Jake!

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    Christopher almost 4 years ago

    I think Jake's tired and irritable. This entire story takes place over just a few days, so he's probably pretty exhausted.

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